Reminisce
I lye winds are whispering
On a bed of packed snow
I speak, no one's listening
And time, it moves slow
As I gaze upon lines of crystalline trees
I'm adrift in a dream, of things that may be
I stand, the sun is shining
On a pier aside a lake
I look to reflections, blinding
As waves so gently break
I find myself focused on moments all passed
Each day brings a challenge, and time it moves fast
I sit, walls a prison
From this chair I never rise
Confined by age not decision
A younger man always denies
That he one day would silently miss
Going outside to reminisce
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